it appears that it is january already.

january, the monday of months.

the one with short days, no gift-giving holidays,

and so many reasons to feel guilty for not going to the gym.

all i want to do is hibernate with mumbles until april...

but i can't,

so instead i'll just look at this ridiculous picture of rob and me

from last spring at sammy's roumanian steak house,

listen to richard goode play brahms,

and bribe myself with a spoonful of speculoos to get out of bed.

-yeh